The Ascension of the Evil Path: Starting from Refining Gu

Late at night, two figures appeared in the courtyard.

Yuan Luowei, who had a level of cultivation in the third realm, took action, and the pits dug inside the house and the traces left by his actions outside the house were all erased one by one.

Liu Feng came to his hut, reset the table, chairs and bed, and stuffed the blood altar back under the bed.

Nanmen Zihua looked around for the last time, took out two secret books and a piece of silk from his arms, and said in a low voice: "These are three methods of refining gods, which are enough to reach the fifth realm. Among them, the "Yuan Luo Heart Sutra" is the strongest. , but the subsequent skills are in the hands of Yuanyou Palace, and you need to be a direct lineage to get them."

Liu Feng took over three sets of exercises, two of which were about visualizing birds and animals, while Yuanyou Palace was about visualizing gods and men. According to the meaning above, the facial features and body shape of the gods and men are the same as mine, that is, they can get rid of the physical body. The shackles of oneself.

"When you reach the third realm, I will join forces with other Nanmen clan members to obtain the Yuan Luo Wei identity for you. Then I will come to your place again."

"If we meet again and I have completely lost my memory and threaten your life, it would be best if you can wake me up. Otherwise, please kill me. Otherwise, you and your ancestors may be exposed."

When Liu Feng heard the words, he secretly wrote them down and listed these explanations as important matters. After today, he would think about how to write them down in code.

After waiting for a while, there was some movement outside the hospital, and "I" Sikong Xiu and Nanmen Zijie arrived.

Leaving Liu Feng and Sikong Xiu behind, the Nanmen brothers did not dare to stay long and quickly left for the inner city.

In the darkness, the two women looked at each other with strange expressions. After this incident, although Liu Feng had not recovered his memory, he had already realized that what he had experienced was an illusion, and Sikong Xiu also had suspicions.

It didn't matter whether her son was real or fake. Anyway, she was not at a loss. What was unlucky was that she slept with a man who would die early and was taken advantage of.

"Son, get some rest early. If the neighbors ask about Liu Yuan and Liu Qin in the future, my mother will handle it." Sikong Xiu said and walked back to the big house.

With the memory in his mind, Liu Feng subconsciously wanted to reply "Mother", but stopped abruptly when he reached his mouth.

This person was not his mother, so he was temporarily made up as a mother-in-law. Eight months later, he might have a new father or other family members.

Looking at the city for hundreds of miles, how many people are trapped here, living here as families with strangers.

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Autumn passes and winter comes, and time passes in a daze.

On the eve of New Year’s Eve, Yuanluo City is decorated with lights and colorful decorations.

Thousands of houses in the inner city were brightly lit, and every brothel was full. Young men from rich families and scholars from poor families did not hesitate to spend money that night, enjoying the snow and listening to operas and beautiful women, and they were so happy.

In an alley away from the main street, in front of an unnamed hook-up door, a prostitute working hard to greet the passers-by.

"Our number one girl, Jingya, is limited to twelve guests tonight, please don't miss it."

Under the wind and snow, many young men came here despite the severe cold. When they heard girl Jingya's name, they all looked anxious and regretted that they didn't have enough money in their pockets to pay for the top card.

The second floor of the inner courtyard of the small building is unique to Jingya, the top brand of Goulan.

In this girl's boudoir, a quiet woman was sitting cross-legged on the couch, her eyes were cold and not at all charming like that of a promiscuous woman, and her expression was quite resentful.

She was trapped in a forbidden place and lost her memory, and she became a prostitute, a Goulan girl who was even meaner than a brothel. Fortunately, the elders from her clan came to her after she lost her virginity and awakened some of her memories.

Looking at the man sipping tea at the table, Tantai Jing did not completely let down his guard.

This man calls himself Tantai Dongming. He is not the Tantai clan of Qingmingzhou, but the Tantai clan of another continent in the east. He traveled to Qingmingzhou four hundred years ago and was trapped in Dameng Ancient City.

"Uncle Clan, we want to take the soul to practice. Why do we have to suffer in this despicable place? We can go to look for people outside the city." Tantai Jing complained aloud and asked.

The two of them are here, and it is up to her to be the top girl to choose the guests who are originally above the fifth realm. She only takes the soul and does not kill people. She takes it once every few days. It is easily accessible and no one will resist.

How could she, the saintly daughter of the Tantai family, endure the stigma and the dirty looks of those men?

More importantly, she vaguely remembered that she had something more important than practicing cultivation during her trip. She was here to kill people, but she couldn't remember who she wanted to kill. Maybe she would only remember that person when she met him face to face.

Tantai Dongming, who was sitting at the table with long flowing hair, handsome face and calm demeanor, smiled lightly when he heard the words.

"Niece Jing, you are not yet in a state of mind, so you can hone your skills here. The reason why I want to stay in Yuanluo City is because this place is closest to the direct lineage of Yuanyou Palace. I can know in time any changes."

"Okay, the guests are coming. I'll pick out some nice things for you and you won't have to wait on them."

As Tantai Dongming spoke, his demeanor and behavior changed drastically. Like the other servants in the courtyard, he was as flattering and humble as he bowed and went out to greet the guests.

No one here knows that this Tantai Dongming was famous in Tianmangzhou in the past, and his bloodline has returned to his ancestors, and he was born with a high-grade heavenly bloodline.

He has been sinking in the forbidden land for hundreds of years. He only came into contact with the God Refining Path in the past thirty years. He also loses his memory once a year. Under such circumstances, he will cultivate the God Refining Path to the six realms.

Not long after, twelve men were brought into the boudoir. They were young and looked less than twenty. They were probably the saints of some family. They now looked wretched.

The twelve people consciously arranged themselves in order according to the number of extras they took out. One person came forward, and the others waited at the table.

"Miss Jingya, young student Meng Zijun, I have heard of the girl's reputation for a long time, so I came here..."

"No need to go to such trouble, just come over here later."

A woman's impatient voice came from behind the curtain. The Meng's amnesiac saint in front of the curtain was stunned on the spot, and the eleven people at the table were also a little unable to react.

The group of people looked at each other, laughed playfully at each other, and without being polite, they all stood up and walked towards the curtain.

The moment the twelve people lifted the curtain and entered, two skulls in front of the bed flashed with spiritual light, pulling the twelve men into the illusion, making them see the Jingya girl in their eyes.

Accompanied by strange screams, the twelve people soon showed their ugly appearance, even Meng's former saint son was no exception.

The door of the room opened silently, and Tan Taidong Mingmei's spiritual power overflowed, manifesting a hundred-handed god-man Yuanling, reaching out and drawing out twelve human Yuanshen.

The eyes of the twelve foreign monks who had already lost their memory suddenly dimmed.

The soul is a spiritual part of a living being. If someone takes it away, it will be even more difficult to restore the memory.

Their fate is very likely to sink here forever like the outsiders under the Five Realms. Either they will be sucked out of their true soul by the Yuanyou Divine Tree, or they will end their longevity and die here.

Tantai Jing took the two souls, glanced at the twelve men intoxicated in the illusion with disgust, and turned his back to practice the Yuan Luo Heart Sutra.

More than half a year has passed, and she has reached the second realm of refining gods. She has reached the realm of controlling objects, and she is worthy of her qualifications as a saint.

"Tomorrow will be the time when Tantai Dongming said that the sacred tree absorbs the spiritual energy of all living beings. I am in the middle of the second realm, and I should not fall out of the second realm."

"The important things that need to be recorded are also written down in code. I guess there is no accident. I just don't know when I will be able to escape from this forbidden area, and the person I want to kill..."

While thinking about it, the soul that Tantai Jing held in her palm dispersed, and 99% of the spiritual light disappeared into the ground. Very few of them were actually refined for her own use.

Resentments and distracting thoughts flooded into his mind. Tantai Jing had no time to think about other things and was immersed in practice.

At the same time, in the alleyways outside the building, people were passing by and there was constant noise.

The sky turned from dark to bright, and the night passed. The people in the city were busy cooking delicious dishes, and the big beggars on the street could also grab some leftovers thrown out by various families.

On the gradually brightening street, a short medicine seller was shouting along the road. He was scolded as being unlucky. He actually came to sell medicine door to door during the Chinese New Year.

He came to a house and as soon as he knocked on the door, he was kicked out and rolled far away in the snow.

This dwarf has white hair and a boyish face, but his demeanor looks mature. Others just think that this man is born with a handicapped body because of his congenital deficiencies.

"Forget it if you don't buy medicine, just knock on the door, why bother hitting your Grandpa Cao!"

The medicine seller murmured in a low voice, picking up the medicine bottles scattered on the floor. He didn't want to make a living selling medicine, but apart from the fact that he knew how to make medicines, he couldn't learn other jobs.

Cao Yaolang packed up the medicine box on his back and counted the broken silver in his pocket. It was just a few fine shards, which could still buy two days of rations.

"This Chinese New Year, I, Mr. Cao, must starve to death on the street! You sons of bitches, all of them have strong bodies. Even the dogs are as strong as calves. It's unreasonable that they don't get sick."

"Refining medicine to save people is not as good as refining poison. Cao is going to get a few bottles of poison right now, and he will treat you even if you are not sick!"

He carried the medicine box on his back, bought a bag of pancakes, and ducked into the depths of the dark alley.

When he came to a small temple that was in disrepair and saw no one inside, Cao Yaolang hurried in, put down the medicine box and stuffed pancakes into his mouth.

"Eat your fill first, and then I'll get you some hard stuff after you're done."

Just as he was chewing the food, the dead grass piled up in the corner of the temple suddenly moved.

A little beggar with messy hair struggled to get up, his eyes were dull and he was mumbling to himself.

"Yu Qiongzi, you bitch, use me and the demon monk in exchange for favors..."

"Who is Yu Qiongzi? I have been begging with my mother since I was a child. After my mother left, I, I was alone."

The little beggar murmured that every time he woke up, he would curse the bitch named Yu Qiongzi, but he only dreamed of this hateful Taoist nun in his dreams, and would forget it when he woke up.

She smelled the fragrance and crawled out of the hay pile. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the white-haired boy sitting in the temple eating pancakes. She felt that he looked familiar.

Without thinking too much, the little beggar rubbed his belly and begged in a low voice: "Brother, the kind-hearted medicine seller, please give me a piece of pancake, even half of it."

In front of the clay statue, Cao Yaolang glanced sideways at the little beggar, feeling very happy in his heart. There were people who were worse off than him. This little guy was looking at someone who would starve to death after a few more meals.

"Call me Grandpa ten times, and Grandpa Cao will kindly give you half a pancake."

"Sure, whatever you say comes true, grandpa..."

Two dwarfs gathered together in the ruined temple, one laughed, and the other ate half a pancake.

It was snowing outside the temple, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard.

The sky is bright and the time has come quietly to Sishi, the inner city of Yuanluo City and the sky above the City Lord's Mansion.

Under the vast snow curtain, the shadow of a giant tree rises from the ground and reaches the sky.

Hundreds of skinny figures sat under the tree, waiting for the sacred tree to bloom and bear fruit once a year.

As the shadows of the trees stretched into the sky, the weapon spirits of Yuanluo City were awakened. With the City Lord's Mansion as the center, the entire world of 40,000 miles of rivers and mountains was enveloped by an invisible spiritual power.

On the earth, roots sprouted out invisible to the naked eye, everywhere.

No matter where you are, no matter whether the spiritual sea is opened or not, all living beings who fall into this world will have part of their spirituality stripped out.

The spirits of all living beings converge towards the sacred tree, part of which is used for cultivation, and the rest is used for flowering and bearing fruit.

Down from the center of the giant tree's shadow, under the city lord's palace, flowers blossomed on the sacred tree itself, each one as ethereal as a dream, somewhere between reality and reality.

The hundreds of thin figures frowned. Compared to previous years, the sacred tree bloomed much slower, and the Yuanluo City weapon spirit no longer responded to them.

The weapon spirit that was supposed to slowly recover due to the sacred tree, not only showed no signs of fully awakening, but was also becoming weak.

The number of the skinny old people sitting in front of the tree was over a hundred, and the total number of eight realms from several king blood families outside could not be more than them.

There is no other reason for this. They only practice the divine way, and they swallow the divine fruit every year. They don't have to worry about the backlash in their minds. As long as they have enough qualifications to enter the eighth realm, it will not be too difficult.

But at this time, the hundreds of realms had serious faces, and hundreds of spiritual consciousnesses converged and transmitted messages to each other.

"The matter cannot be delayed any longer. Send some people out and do whatever it takes to recruit at least three million more monks as soon as possible."

"Those two demons want to attack the realm of true immortals here. They only need to become half-step true immortals to take over Yuanluo City. If they do, our Yuanyou Palace lineage will be turned against them."

"The six ancestors who have perfected the Nine Realms are all in retreat, and they are all breaking down. Our Yuanyou Palace has a greater chance of succeeding first. Anyway, there is no hope of recovering the weapon spirit. It is better to let outsiders take over than to replace it with our own family."

In the outside world, the only thing that can be done is to seize the bodies of other living beings. Among the monks of Lian Shen Dao, magic weapons can also be taken away from the bodies of magic weapons. As long as the cultivated Yuanling can support the treasure and cooperates with the secret method to capture it, it can be accomplished.

After the elders of Zhongyuan You Palace made up their minds, several people got up and rushed to arrange for manpower to go out.

Enough living beings can support spirituality and form more divine fruits to be distributed to the six ancestors. The remaining portion can also further strengthen the cultivation of the direct lineage.

If by chance Yuanluo City is turned into a guest-dominated city, by then they will be strong enough to leave this place and occupy territory in the big world.

With the strength of their inheritance, as long as they don't provoke too many sieges from the Royal Blood Family, there will be no surprises in conquering a piece of territory.

Waves of spiritual power swept across the world, the bustling sounds of the city slowly returned to calm, and the sound of firecrackers became sparse.

In the inner and outer cities, as well as in the wilderness tens of thousands of miles outside the city, millions of creatures have been stripped of part of their spirituality, lost their memories, and fallen into a new dreamland.

The streets and alleys are crowded with people, people are sitting next to each other, and the streets are full of sleepwalkers. Most of them have unchanged identities, and only a few lonely family members have gained new identities.

Some people get more memories out of nothing, and some people get more relatives around them. This annual major change lasted for two hours.

At noon, the sound of firecrackers started again in the city, and every household laughed happily.

In a dilapidated temple in a deep alley in the inner city, a white-haired boy finished eating the cake and prepared poison on his own. He vowed to poison a group of people at the beginning of the new year and take the opportunity to make a fortune.

The little beggar who finished eating half of the pancake rushed out of the ruined temple. Inexplicably, he had more tragic memories in his mind.

"Mother, why did you abandon Wan'er? Where are you?" The little beggar cried and ran towards the outer city.

In the outer city of Xicheng, in front of a small courtyard in Shenxiang, an old man and a young woman walked in as if they were sleepwalking and became members of this family.

The old man surnamed Liu went into the shed to chop firewood, while the young woman entered the hut and climbed into the man's bed on the couch.

From today on, the woman whose husband died in this family has an old man and a new husband, and the son has a new bride. (End of chapter)